Sweet Sweet Love

Yolande didn't eat anything and stayed at Austin's bedside the whole night. In a daze, she supported her head with her hands. The dazzling sunshine made her unable to open her eyes. She squinted and looked back at the man who was sleeping soundly.

"Wake up, Austin!" She cried bitterly, but Austin was still sleeping soundly.

She hadn't eaten anything the whole afternoon, so Yolande was too weak to do anything. She didn't want to eat anything, so she had to lie on the edge of the bed and stared at Austin without blinking.

Dr. Warren pushed the door open and came in. He saw that half of Yolande's body was lying on the edge of the bed, and her head was leaning against Austin's pillow. "When will you wake up, Austin? You fell asleep when I left. You were still sleeping when I came back last night. It's time to wake up."

The woman murmured, not noticing Dr. Warren who opened the door in the morning.

After hesitating for a while, Dr. Warren opened the door and left for Austin.

She hadn't eaten anything for a long time. She had hypoglycemia, rapid heartbeat and weak body. Yolande passed out in a daze.

When she woke up, the sun was shining outside the window. A touch of pale yellow light sprinkled on her delicate skin. She closed her eyes slightly. The sun shone on her body, which was very warm.

She was sleepy and wanted to sleep, but her mind was empty, as if she had forgotten something important

Wait Where am I?

She moved a little and found herself lying on the bed with a needle and white glue on her hand. "Mrs. Yolande, don't move. You are having an infusion."

Yolande turned around. "Mona, what's wrong with me?"

Mona said with a smile. "Mrs. Yolande, you are all right. You have a low blood pressure and have an infusion."

"Okay."

She lay down again and checked her head. Seeing that Austin was asleep, she pursed her lips and frowned. "Hasn't Austin woken up yet?"

Mona stirred the porridge evenly and glanced at her Mr. Austin. "Not yet, Mrs. Yolande. Don't worry too much."

Why didn't she worry that his body would quickly lose weight, and all the indexes were not optimistic.

Dr. Warren, Mona and others kept it from her. It was not until she saw the medical record of Austin that Yolande knew it. With her eyes closed, Yolande felt heartbroken. The pain of losing the one she loved almost made her cry out. Mona came with half a bowl of hot porridge and looked at the infusion bottle of Yolande. There was not much liquid left. "Mrs. Yolande, have some food after infusion."

"Mona, I can't eat." Yolande muttered.

Mona frowned. The wrinkles on her forehead were clear. "Mrs. Yolande, you haven't eaten anything for a long time. You have hypoglycemia. If you don't eat anything now, your health will be praised."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

She rolled her eyes and looked at Austin, who was in a daze. "Mona, give me the porridge." With one hand supporting the bed, Yolande sat up carefully and tried to move her left hand as little as possible in case the infusion bottle was pulled out.

Yolande took a look at the mirror on the bed. Her face was not good, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was dispirited. Her appearance must have frightened others. "Mona, this one." She pointed at the empty nutrient solution, and the thin pillow was still stuck in her hand.

"Mrs. Yolande, please wait a moment." Mona pushed the door open and went out. A few minutes later, she came back, followed by a female nurse.

The nurse walked to Yolande's bedside and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Yolande, you are so beautiful. Are you feeling better?

With her head tilted to one side, she tried her best not to let the nurse see her like this. The "beautiful" nurse must be flattering her. With big dark circles under her eyes, she was really not beautiful at all.

The nurse carefully pulled out the needle on the back of her hand and disinfected it with alcohol. [D] asked. "Does it hurt?" Yolande shivered and shook her head.

After the nurse left, Yolande sat

cross legged on the bed and finished half a bowl of millet porridge. After she finished half a bowl of millet

congee, Yolande felt much morenet

comfortable and had some strength. She got out of bed and planned to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. She stepped on the floor and was dizzy. She quickly supported herself against the wall.

"Mrs. Yolande, are you okay?" Mona asked with concern.

Yolande rubbed her forehead and shook her head. She sat on the edge of the bed and gradually recovered from dizziness.

Mona shook her head and sighed. Why did she have to do this? "Mrs. Yolande, half bowl of millet congee is too little. Have more." Mona brought her another half bowl of millet porridge. Yolande took it and ate it in three, five, two.

She had the strength to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. She changed into a clean and simple

dress, washed her face and rinsert

her mouth, and put on a light

makeup. Austin woke up. He might feel bad when he saw her

that

before. Yolande tried her best to look

as energetic as possible.

She returned to the ward and lay prone in front of Austin's bed. She looked at the man's thick eyebrows and thin lips with her watery eyes, as if she couldn't see enough.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Austin woke up and turned his head. "When?"

"Two o'clock." The man opened his eyes and looked at her. Yolande felt relieved.

"How long have I slept?"

Yolande curled her lips. "You fell asleep at five o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay."

"Do you want to eat something?" Austin shook his head. In the next few hours, the man held her hand and fell into a long silence.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, he fell asleep.

Yolande lies in front of his bed, staring at the man's pale face without blinking. Yolande doesn't want to work.

She was afraid that she wouldn't see her face again if she didn't take advantage of the present. In the company, there was no boss who couldn't do anything. His secretary called him several times to ask him about work.

She wanted to tell them that Austin was seriously ill in the hospital. She didn't have the heart to run the company. Could she ask someone else?

She turned around and looked at the unconscious man on the bed in the ward, heartbroken. She felt sorry for the pain that this man had endured

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and she was unable to share it, Then it was a comfort to manage his company well. How could she not care about his painstaking efforts.

Holding the phone, Yolande took a deep breath. "Wait for me. I'll be right back to the company."

Being busy in the company, Yolande called Mona from time to time to ask about the condition of Austin. He hadn't woken up yet and hadn't eaten anything for two days. The basic nutrition of Austin's life was maintained by infusion. "Waah... Waah Austin, don't sleep Boo... Hoo... " The man was still in a coma, and his long eyelashes trembled from time to time. Yolande thought he had woken up from her words, but he didn't.

Austin's situation was not good. Austin's parents were too sad to come to the hospital. They called Yolande at night to ask about his son's condition.

"Take good care of my son." Jane said in a low voice as if she was trying her best to restrain her emotion.